BREADCRUMBS

The trail of gold…

Had gone cold.

In the distance, the man could see the lights had stopped shining. The trail of golden BREADCRUMBS he had been following were no longer illuminating the horizon.

What could have happened, he thought.

He continued to consume the morsels of divine energy that he could still see. He diligently filled his body with nourishment in the form of courage, kindness, loyalty, respect, patience and grace. He stuffed his face with spiritual sustenance.